“My Precious JJ,” Every morning, I awake hoping to hear your laughter at my door, only to remember the miles that separate us. You are the light of my life—your first steps across the living room carpet, your eager questions about everything under the sun. Not a day goes by that I don’t replay those moments in my mind.
I know you feel the ache of missing me. I see it in your drawings—hearts missing a piece, silhouettes without a father. I feel it in your quiet pauses when Mom tucks you in at night. I wish I could be there to read you Dr. Seuss stories or chase you on the playground. Though I cannot hold you now, please believe I hold you in every beat of my heart.
Write me your dreams, your worries, the silly jokes you share with your friends. I will answer each with all the love I have. Our bond is stronger than any distance; it lives in our memories and grows in the words we share. Keep your spirit bold, my son, and know that I fight every day to be with you again.
Forever proud to be your father,
All my love,
Dad
